Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.